Past are three summers since she first beheld

The ocean; all around the child await

Some exclamation of amazement here.

She coldly said, her long-lasht eyes abased,

Is this the mighty ocean? is this all?

That wondrous soul Charoba once possest,—

Capacious, then, as earth or heaven could hold,

Soul discontented with capacity,—

Is gone (I fear) forever. Need I say

She was enchanted by the wicked spells

Of Gebir, whom with lust of power inflamed

The western winds have landed on our coast?

I since have watcht her in lone retreat,

Have heard her sigh and soften out the name.

Walter Savage Landor (1775-1864): Gebir. Book ii.